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 Posted: Sun Mar 16, 2008 10:40 am
one of my favorite poems, by Harold Monro. Nymph, nymph, what are your beads?
Green glass, goblin. Why do you stare at them?
Give them me.No.
Give them me. Give them me.No.Then I will howl all night in the reeds. Lie in the mud and howl for them.Goblin, why do you love them so?
They are better than stars or water,
Better than voices of winds that sing,
Better than any man's fair daughter,
Your green glass beads on a silver ring.
Hush, I stole them out of the moon.Give me your beads. I desire them.No.I will howl in a deep lagoon for your green glass beads, I love them so. Give them me. Give them me.
No.
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Posted: Tue Aug 05, 2008 11:27 am
thats interesting I've never heard that one before
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Posted: Tue Aug 12, 2008 10:49 pm
 My grandmother said it to me when I was younger, Ive always loved it.
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